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A Freedom's Debt
A sorrow so painful, I can barely breathe
It's so heavy... I can't clench my teeth
It clings to my body and refuses to let go
Even now, it still spreads-- I can feel it grow
I act and sound normal, one hasn't a suspicion
Yet what they see is merely an illusion
My indifferent pretence crumbles down once
In reaction to what they find a nuisance
They do not understand me, a lonesome soul
Their pitying words consume me and leave a hole
How dare they claim to know what I feel
Then tell me that it will all soon heal
I've been fighting for a very long time
'Twould be longer than a thousand-page rhyme
Loneliness, used correctly, is a way to be free
Yet sooner or later, you'll have to pay a fee
I prolonged the taste of freedom too much
Savouring, lingering on it was the final touch
My debt: acknowledging the pain of being lonely
A Gem In HeavenIf angels dreamed, I'd touch the sky.
If their hearts raced, I'd soar and fly.
I'd follow you in a second if you were among them,
For in life I have finally found a gem.
A gem so precious and true...
No, I wouldn't be able to live without you.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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